Author Archives: daisypeasblossom
Change is, But Is Not
The more things change, the more they are the sameThe same problems. The same kinds of people.The same sorrows. So few joys. Change is, but is not.
Writing for Pay
Writing-for-pay, in my book at least, moves me from just being a writer — which can mean anyone from a junior high kid hiding bad poetry in a box under the bed, to a grandmother who keeps a journal — … Continue reading
A Missing Friend
I feel a little lost today Like a piece of me has flown away. A voice is stilled, A presence gone. Yet I am here, and must go on. Others need me now today, But a piece of me has … Continue reading
Managing Life vs. Writing vs. Health
The last week of August I got a firm reminder that writers are human. I developed some kind of infection, probably sinus or ear. I ran a fever, I was getting up, feeding my animals, and falling face first (because … Continue reading
Summer Garden
Summer Gardening is easy. The rain is gentle, the sun is bright, excitement is high when those first plants grow. Never mind the bugs, the drought, the weeds, the failures…those are yet ahead. Never mind the bunnies, the raccoons, the … Continue reading
It’s Camp NanoWrimo Time!
April is Camp Nanowrimo month. My goal this month is to get my writing commitments up-to-date. So far, I have written 41,483 words. Some of them are pieces of novels, some are blogs, some are book reviews. The big question … Continue reading
Recovering Daisy Peasblossom
Today is January 20, 2021. The year 2020, with all its bumps and warts has been laid to rest, and the world looks hopefully toward a fresh year. Covid-19 notwithstanding, 2020 was only moderately horrible for me. But I shall … Continue reading
Writer’s Block
Spring is here, and with it comes my usual restless desire for “new”, “different”, and “change”. Once that meant running away from the house and my grandmother to play in the woods, where I built tree houses, swung on grapevines and … Continue reading
Finding My Feet
Writing, even when the subject is something dry, comes from inside. The most mundane subjects, such as user manuals or handbooks, develop a particular flavor that reflects the personality of the writer. More than that, they are influenced by the … Continue reading
Depression
My great-grandfather said that when laziness struck the bone, it was fatal. I have often wondered, as I struggle with making sense of my daily existence, if what he was talking about was really depression. Depression isn’t necessarily born of sorrow, … Continue reading
Daisy Peasblossom Fernchild 